There once was a hunter whose arrows brought death upon predators seeking to wreak havoc in their village.

            In pursuit of said noble quest they stumbled upon a fox den.

            There laid a small fox, so little, so innocent, sleeping soundly in the dark.

            From that sleep it not wake for an arrow plunged into its chest.

            The hunter left it there, content with the hunt, no remorse, no shame but, life and death are no fair game.

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            The next day while wandering the woods the hunter heard a scream of distress from their youngest born, near the fox den.

            Even in a sprint they did not make it and was devastated at the sight which awaited.

            At the entrance to the den their youngest lay dead just next to the little fox, cold to the world as them.

            They cried their sorrow, looking for the cause of their despair, only to find a big starring at them,   aware.

            “You have done this”, a voice made its presence known.

            “You have slain the innocent and now vengeance has been returned to you.”

            The voice then stayed silent, both fox and hunter had blood lust in their eyes.

            A battle was triggered, blood was spilled but neither made it back to their family in the end.

            ~An evil for an evil, now two innocent were sacrificed in vain, but the world does not care and will continue one way.~

            Time has passed, the bodies turned to decay buried in the dirt, a story like many others left to be untold.

And every spring from each grave a flower will rise, thriving in the light with scarlet petals which show silent remorse.

            For once again the flowers of evil have bloomed from chaos and tragedy.

P.S. There is no color of evil in my eyes but this one seemed fitting for this story.